An excellent new topical poem by emelind: When the leader of the nation meets The so-called brain of the nation, All kinds of provocations And awkward situations are possible. I remember, back in school, we studied The topic “Pushkin and the Tsar.” But now, over a cup of tea, Every creep is showing off. It seemed—what more could you want? They seated you with the prime minister. Khrushchev had the right name for them— Pederasts and abstractionists. Decent people talk about stray dogs, About tigers and the problem of breast milk, But that means absolutely nothing To the musician Yura Shevchuk. And after all, they called, they warned you To watch your rotten mouth, And Putin shut him down right at the start— Who the hell are you, anyway? Others talk with the prime minister about banana exports, About the fate of unfortunate aging artists, But this one keeps going on about filthy cops And whether they’ll beat up the “Dissenters’ March” (an opposition protest rally). Well, don’t go marching by a children’s hospital, Don’t stop people from driving to and from their dachas (country houses), And there won’t be any problems with the police, And nobody will beat the hell out of you. How fucking sick you’ve made everyone with your freedom. In short, everyone became extremely uncomfortable, They drank mineral water to all that is good, And went off to watch the stage performance.
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